A Day at the Charity Shop

by Samantha

 

I used to visit a charity shop regularly that was on my high street, as they stocked a huge pile of clothing, ranging from underwear to bridal wear, I had plucked up the courage to go to the shop and ask to try on some clothing, as I had brought all my under garments with me, thankfully there was only one shop assistant in the shop when I went in, I started to look around, and found a lovely pink gypsy skirt, I looked around a bit more and found myself a nice pink blouse to go with it, I nervously walked over to the assistant and said to her if it was ok to try this stuff on, she looked at me strangely, eventually she said ok, so I went to the changing room and quickly put on all my undergarments and then started to put on the clothing. Unknown to me at the time, the shop assistant had locked the front door. I was looking at myself in the mirror when the curtain suddenly went back and the assistant was standing right in front of me. I didn’t know where to look or what to say from the shock of what had just happened, the assistant looked me up and down and said wow, you look great in that outfit, I blushed and said thank you, suddenly a grin came onto the assistants face and she said would you mind helping me with something? I said ok, so she led me out into the shop floor where she told me to lower my knickers and part my legs, I did as she said hesitantly, not knowing what was going to happen, before I could say anything, she had shoved a vibrator up my bum and switched it on, I screamed as the vibrator sent waves of pleasure through my body, she then pulled my knickers back up my legs making sure the vibrator was well wedged up me. The woman then told me to lie down flat on the floor and arrange myself as if I was standing upright, so I did as she said, lying down and carefully smoothing out my skirt and top, once I was arranged as she wanted, she told me to close my eyes and not to open them at all. I was getting horny again as I lay there with the vibrator stuck up my bum, humming away with my eyes closed, I could hear her in the background rustling with something. A few minutes later I sensed her near me, she said don’t worry as she had done this many times, and just to sit back and enjoy it, so I said ok, start when you are ready. I started to feel some pressure on my feet as if something heavy was pressing them down, suddenly the pressure got even harder, and I opened my eyes to see what it was she was doing, to my horror she ad brought out what looked like an old garden roller, the old heavy things they used to flatten lawns with, I shouted in panic, what are you doing!. But all she said was to relax; it would only take a while. As she started to move over me with the roller, I could feel myself being flattened into the carpet with the weight of the roller, strangely it didn’t hurt, it felt quite pleasurable, the feeling was getting more intense the further she went with the roller, it slowly went up my legs, past my knees all the way up to my crotch, then she started to move over my pelvis, and I could feel the vibrator being shoved further and further inside me as it was being flattened into me. I started to moan with pleasure as she slowly moved the roller up over me, slowly squashing my waist, then flattening out my boobs, and finally rolling over my head. Once she was finished, she put the garden roller back where she got it and came back to inspect her work. Hmm, you turned out quite well my dear she said, now for the next part she said with a smile, she then started to roll me up like a carpet, I noticed that the roller didn’t completely flatten me, as I was about an inch or so thick, she then picked me up and took me into the back room and put me on a pile of other clothing. Now she said, time to give you a wash before we continue, the roller has made you look all dirty and messed up your clothes, she picked me up with another bundle of clothing and started to shove me in the washing machine, she then put it onto a wash cycle and said she would be back in a while once its finished. The machine started to wash me and the other clothes, spinning and washing before finally rinsing and then spinning me dry. Once the assistant came back she started to take the washing out of the machine and fold it in a neat pile, she pulled me out and untangled me from a black dress, she shook me and then started to fold me and then put me on a separate pile of damp clothes witch she said had to be dried specially. Once she had put all the other clothing into the dryer, she picked the pile with me in it up and carried it to another side room, she put me down and started to take clothing from the pile. I could hear a strange squeaking noise as she went about her business, then it was my turn to be picked up, she picked me up and shook me, then I could see where the squeaking was coming from, she was using an old fashioned wringer to dry the clothes with, she said to me that this will feel good and not to worry. She then put my feet on the wringer and started winding; I could feel myself being pulled into the mangle, slowly sending waves of pleasure through me. Once she was finished I flopped to the floor on the other side squashed as flat as a sheet of paper, she picked me up and looked at me to inspect her handiwork. Perfect she said you’re now ready for the final stage. I wondered what that could have been. She folded me up and took me into another side room and placed me by a strange looking machine that looked like a desktop photocopier, she stood with a look of thought on her face for a few minutes and then a smile appeared on her face. Now then she said, I think we could do with some new bridal wear as we are running low this season, she then looked out a bridal magazine from a pile that was stacked in the corner and started flicking through it. After a while her face brightened and she said yes this will do nicely, she put the book face down onto the machine and then started pressing some buttons, I heard the machine whirr and seen it start to copy the page she had it at, once it was finished the machine gave a loud beep, she took the magazine off and then picked me up and started to feed my feet through a slot thick enough for only a piece of paper. I felt it start to pull me inside, it had pulled me in up to my waist before it stopped and then it started whirring and started to print out the other end, but instead of my flat heels and skirt coming out the bottom of a white dress started to come out, not flat but in three dimensions, yes my dear the assistant said as she fed the last of me into the machine, it isn’t just a copier, but it will copy any picture and turn what ever materials it takes into it into a full sized dress or what ever the picture was that you scanned, in your case it just happens to be a bridal gown, you will look lovely in the shop window until somebody decides to buy you. The machine started to pull the rest of me in, slowly moving up my blouse then up to my head, then I was in the machine, being turned into the gown, it felt so nice, it was sending waves of pleasure all over me, out the other end, the machine had already printed out my bottom half, no longer was there a flat pair of high heels and a flat gypsy skirt but in its place was a floaty ivory white bridal skirt, slowly the machine printed me out all the way up to my head. Once it was finished, I flopped to the floor slowly, the assistant picked me up and looked me up and down, yes my dear, you look fantastic, just as there was a ring at the door, well my dear time to put you on the bridal rack as she slipped a padded hanger through my shoulders, I have some more customers to attend to she said with a evil grin.

  

  

  

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